Cathy Florence

Memories Of My Grandma

When someone mentions the word ‘grandma’ this is what comes to mind.
Visiting with neighbors on the wrap around porch. Metal lawn chairs, bird bath, a china glass telephone that played Für Elise, a soft pink comforter, winding stair case with a fun rail to slide down, fresh baked pie and a cup of tea.

Memories of my Grandma “Florence” bring me sheer delight. She was a woman of faith. I would pass her house on the way home from middle school and would always anticipate stopping by and visiting with her. I remember the aroma as I arrived of a fresh baked pie. I could hear the tea kettle whistling on the stove for that fresh brewed cup of tea.
I knew my grandmother would always give me encouragement and sound advice. No matter what trials she faced in life her faith in God got her through.
I can proudly say I am named after her and I dedicate this blog to her